Scott noted the phrase, but didn't say anything- just like Warren had. As soon as he turned the key in the ignition, some unrecognizable guitar solo sprang to life in the speakers, obviously mid-song. Scott immediately turned it down, letting the classic rock continue softly in the background.

"Sorry," he murmered as he pulled out of the parking spot with calculated accuracy, and a speed that shouldn't have been possible in such a tight space.